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Back to Basics
When I ponder on thoughts like these,
At least as far as I perceive,
My brain speaks English, not Chinese,
Nor Russian, French, nor Cantonese.
This makes me think; when we're babies,
Bouncing upon our fathers' knees,
Do we decide that it does please
With brainpower? Instinctively
We know to hastily retrieve
Our fingers from a burning fire.
Does this make our inner voice a liar?
Does that conscience that so inspires
Come from nothing but a deep mire
Of jumbled words? Like a trip wire,
Our logic and reason wear attire
That blend with what we most desire.
And so we keep these lofty spires
Of so-called knowledge that life requires
To be played like a well-tuned lyre
That keeps away the beast: Instinct.
Before reflex became extinct,
Before knowledge and reason linked,
With thought and action so in sync
That you could kill before you blinked,
Life was coated in a foul stink,
Now known as ignorance. "A chink
In the armor of man," some think,
"An early flaw, when Human's ink
In the book of Earth was wet. Pink
Petals rose from those dark seeds."
And how those flowers filled our needs!
Blossomed enlightenment feeds
On itself in infinite greed.
Where can words and logic lead
But to words and logic? Bleed
For long enough and you will see
What happens when a vital piece
Of human life is so cut free
From our culture that society
Cannot grasp it's missing again.
Wisdom is stored within the pen,
At least that much we can pretend,
When in reality, all men
Are born with what we need to fend
Off death. And to what horrid end
Can we hope to reach when we bend
Away from nature? Will this trend
Of over-thinking truly send
Us Heavenwards? Or is reason
The vilest invention of men?